Charmy Bee - Blog Posts

Commission for @acquainted-guy !! An adorable little piece :]]

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1k words | no warnings apply | team chaotix week 2025

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232502

Charmy was sniffling.

Espio wasn't sure he heard it, at first. The first sniffle coincided with the flip of a page of his book–illuminated by a small reading lamp, cradled in his lap in bed. At the next two, he thought perhaps he was just clearing his sinuses. By the fourth sniffle, however, he figured something was wrong.

Soundlessly, Espio crawled out of bed, climbing partway down the wall to examine the small shape of Charmy, bundled in blankets and shaking in his bed.

He was crying.

"Charmy?" Espio whispered. Charmy made a small noise, and Espio watched as he wrapped himself tighter in his blankets. "Charmy, what's wrong?"

"Go 'way," Charmy mumbled, his voice muffled and tiny beneath all the fabric bundled around him.

"Should I get Vector?"

"No," he sniffed again. "Go 'way, Espio."

"Something is troubling you, Charmy. I want to help."

"I dun want help."

Espio dropped soundlessly to the floor, walking over to Charmy’s bedside and looming over the little bee.

“Would you rather talk to me about it?”

“No. Go ‘way.”

Sighing inwardly, Espio grabbed at Charmy’s blankets, and unintentionally began a tug-of-war–Charmy’s tiny hands thrashing desperately to keep himself tucked haphazardly in the material. Espio, of course, was stronger and faster, and he pulled the bee free of his self-imposed cotton prison before he could even put together a coherent complaint.

“Hey!”

“Charmy,” Espio scolded, re-draping the blanket to cover only the bee's shoulders–carefully avoiding smashing his wings. His face was smeared with tears and snot. “You’re going to talk to me, or you’re going to talk to Vector. There’s no way out of it.”

“I’ll do it in the morning,” Charmy grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. Espio pushed it back onto his shoulders.

“No. You’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen. Or, worse, you’ll actually forget.” He pulled a tissue from the nightstand, littered with toys and short children’s books, and dabbed at Charmy’s face. “Now, what’s going on? Did something happen? Did someone say something to you?”

Charmy sniffled. “Dunno.”

“Charmy.”

He grumbled something unintelligible, his cheeks squishing as Espio wiped at the snot around his nose.

“Charmy.”

“I had a bad dream.”

Espio threw the tissue into the garbage can. “Oh?”

“Mhm.”

“About what?”

Charmy looked away, fingers twisting the corner of the blanket. Espio kneeled in front of his bed, his eye contact patient, but pressing.

“...I had a bad dream ‘bout the metal virus,” Charmy mumbled, antennae drooping.

“I see. What happened in your dream, Charmy?”

“Uhm… Well… I was a zombot again, and… ‘N I was with you ‘n Vector…” He took a deep breath. “Espio, do y’still like me?”

Espio blinked slowly, caught off-guard by the question (and, admittedly, still somewhat drowsy from the late-night reading). “Of course I like you. Why would you ask such a thing?”

“Because, because, in my dream… You ‘n Vector said…” Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice shaking. “Y’said I was… Y’said I was dumb, and Vector said I was annoying,” he cried, wiping at his face roughly with the heels of his palms.

“Charmy…” Espio started, frowning. “Charmy, I don’t think that about you. That was just a dream, it’s not real.”

“Y-yeah, but it’s all my fault I got turned into a zombot in the first place, ‘n– ‘N I heard Gemerl say it was my fault Vector got turned into one, too.”

“Absolutely not. You were just trying to do what you thought was right. Anyone would understand.”

“But ‘ts still my fault!” Charmy exclaimed, his tears flowing more freely, overflowing in his little hands and rolling down his forearms. “I shoulda stayed with you ‘n Vector! I shoulda gone on the ship!”

“Charmy…"

“But I didn’t, ‘n then I got turned into a zombot, and then I turned Vector into a zombot, ‘n it’s all my fault! And everyone thinks I’m dumb and annoying and I–”

Charmy’s sentence fell short as a pair of scaled hands wrapped around his own–bringing them off of his face, before wiping at his eyes.

“Don’t say that about yourself, Charmy,” Espio scolded quietly, using his fingers to clean the tears from the bee’s cheeks with a stern expression. “You aren’t annoying. And you certainly aren’t dumb. You were simply unprepared. Everyone was.”

“But I–”

“There’s no ‘buts’ about it. You were very brave, looking out for that person. You did the right thing, just at the wrong time. You have a good heart. Do you know that?” Charmy shrugged. “And I still like you, you know,” Espio finished, smiling softly. “You’re my favorite coworker.”

The bee’s eyes widened. “Not Vector?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispered, laughing. Charmy smiled.

“I think I feel better, now,” the bee whispered back, plopping back down on his bed, and bundling back up in his blankets. “Thanks, Espio.”

“Of course.” Espio got to his feet, and started walking back towards the wall. “Goodnight, Charmy. Sleep well.”

“Wait. Espio?”

He paused. “Yes, Charmy?”

“Will y’give me a hug?”

Espio turned to stare at the little bee for a moment–he looked almost impossibly small wrapped in his blankets, his face still damp with tears, eyes tired and so terribly, heart-wrenchingly sad for his age.

Wordlessly, the chameleon made his way back to the bed, and knelt down in front of it. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around Charmy’s torso; a pair of tiny hands returning the gesture. He felt Charmy’s breaths against his neck, still shaky from the recent crying, felt his little wings flutter behind him lazily.

“Didja mean that, Espio?” Charmy asked suddenly, his voice small.

“I mean everything I say,” Espio replied seriously.

“Yeah, but, when y’said you still like me? Didja really mean it?”

“I did. I like you lots, Charmy Bee. You’re the smartest, bravest, coolest kid I know.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Little hands finally relinquished their grip on him, and Espio pulled back. Charmy’s face was brighter, the sadness somewhat subdued in his eyes. Espio smiled at him.

“I promise,” he said, nodding slowly. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know.”

“Goodnight, Charmy.”

Charmy huffed out a deep sigh, burying himself in his blankets, and shutting his eyes.

“Goodnight, Espio.”

TEAM CHAOTIX WEEK!!!!

Day 3: metal virus/nightmare

@team-chaotix-week I was way too tired to make a genuine prompt so have croc dad n bee son

Team Chaotix Week day 3: Nightmare

Vector trusts his boys to the end of the earth…. Yet one fear still plagues his darkest dreams….

planning under cut

From the second I saw nightmare I knew I had to do something silly! I’m not one to draw angst art at the best of times, and what better time to do something different with such a prompt!

Team Chaotix Week!!

Day 3: Metal Virus...

—"P-please... I don't wanna hurt you."

Take angst💥💥 He doesn't wanna hurt them, how can he? That's his family after all, right?.

Day 3 & 4: Metal Virus and Protector! 

After Charmy becomes a Zombot, he enters a dreamlike state. However, the sound of a certain voice wakes him up, just for a little bit.

Here’s an angsty combined prompt for ya🐝

Day 2: Teamwork

They ended up winning, but at what cost...

@team-chaotix-week I'm still on time, right?

Bonus:

TEAM CHAOTIX WEEK!!!!

Day 2: teamwork

@team-chaotix-week Charmy and Espio need rider’s fits so bad.

Bonus:

Well jet, that’s what you get for talkin shit.

They celebrated charmy’s victory with 1 dollar gas-station ice cream because vector overspent on the extreme gear.

Team Chaotix Week day 2: Teamwork

after a gruelling day of paintball team building with everyone, team Chaotix can rest assure their teamwork is in top shape- knowing they worked together to lose so badly!

planning under cut

Initially had other plans for this one but it came together in the end!

Charge!

why are u so sillay. may i pretty please hear some of your charmy headcanons puh LEASE - the urple pentagon

grun. side effect of the substabce!

ok charmy stuff

He was either taken in by Vector one of two ways, first being he was found in a box while Vector was dumpster diving to get food for him and Espio, or, Charmy was abandoned in Vectors arms. (One of Vectors jobs when he was younger was babysitting and one day the parents just. didnt come back.)

no matter what i mske his origin tho he basically grew up his whole life in the care of Vector like he was at most 1 year old when he was taken in

One of his favorite foods is fish but it isnt because he likes it its just because of his constant exposure to it. (Big is the main provider of jobs for the Chaotix but he pays in fish.)

He IS fluffy under the helmet and i will never deny it!!

When he gets older he is like the size of vanilla like he gets taller then espio (he has queen bee genes so as a result he gets bigger then most bee mobians)

quote from my friend: "I firmly believe that Charmy is several grades ahead in math, but no one pays mind to it cause Tails was making napalm bombs at his age."

thus bringing to . Charmy does the finance papers for the chaotix. he doesnt do like signing but he calcul8s. he is genuinlh good at math and science and all that but it never gets paid mind to

thus bringing to yeah no he doesnt really like tails that much. well not really tails but just tails' whole thing. like 1 hes the little brother to a renowned hero and charmys a six year old in the care of a poor household like obvi he's a bit mad with that but also like charmys just surrounded by so many people with powers and talent and hes one of the youngest ones but nobody really pays attention to his own accomplishments because tails can build a whole robot army and charmy is just the little kid of the chaotix. he doesn't like to hang out with tails because he is a constant reminder of the fact that there is always someone he knows whos better then him and cared for by alot more people

He was named after a brand (in gens theres a billboard in city escape labelled "Charmys Sweet Honey" and me and some friends thought it'd be funny if Vector named baby Charmy that)

he likes to nap alot, especially during winter. he'll fall asleep in weird places, also. like one day Espio will have idk Silver over or something and Silver opens a cabinet to get some food and screams because Charmy is just asleep in it. Vector goes to a laundry mat and as he puts the clothes in a washer he realizes charmy is asleep in the basket buried in the clothes and stuff

He enjoys really spicy things but can't really feel the pain from it he just likes he tastes

he starts to attend school at like age 11 because the chaotix couldn't afford it at all until then but charmy knows alot of things at an advanced level because the people he grew up with just taught him whatever he knew

he is not good at socializing with people his age and doesnt have many friends because of it (wrote my awesome fic based on this i love not focusing on schoolwork to write charmy bee struggling with loneliness)

despite being a bee he is allergic to pollen. which sucks for him because he likes to pick flowers and plants and make salads and does NOT want to stop just because of allergies. unfortun8ly espio is also allergic so when charmy comes home sneezing and sniffling he knows hes cooked

Shadow and Rouge are his most frequent babysitters so he mimics alot of things from them, like speech patterns and the way they move

he mirrors those he likes frequently so when he matches something with someone he doesnt like he'll like immidietly change that. go to the park and sees hes matching jackets with some kid he hates he takes the jacket off until the day ends

he's pretty sensitive to temperatures, but like cold wise. hes more cold then it actually is like it can be 76°F (like 24°C) and he would bring a sweater outside

ok i cant think of anyfin else :p uhm yeah ask me specific things if youd like ta hear mour

little sketch im bored i dunno

i want to see tails talk to more people his age. surely it can NOT be fun hanging out with teenagers all the time as an 8 year old

"So like whos dying?"

dayyyy 16

(just the sprite below)

apparently today’s the 30th anniversary of knuckles’ chaotix?

technically made this eons ago but hey happy birthday to my favorite boyos

Happy 30 years to the best guys around! I present: ICONSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

Free to use with credit! ;)

Bonus w/o circle:

ok ok but new headcanon about the idiot family ever

Silver in French

Wonderful.